Silly Old Bag
I’m a brown paper bag and I’ve not been too well
So I went to the doctors to ask him to tell
What was this sickness and what I had got
Could it be cured, was it deadly or not
So he took out his needle, I lifted my vest
He drew off some blood for some sort of test
The results came back quickly, the doctor looked glum
He said it was fatal and passed by my mum
I told him my mum was as fit as a flea
So how could she pass this disease on to me
He said it’s conclusive, no error, no way
She’s a carrier, your mum, I’m sorry to say
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